Novel & Cerita Fanfiction White Collar

Kieran's POV: I was sitting in the living room of the palace as I watched the news. “Business Tycoon Damon White under criminal investigation for drug and organ trafficking.” "White Empire on the verge of bankruptcy as the CEO faces arrest." The anchor was delivering the news enthusiastically. All the evidence that Cassian gave me about him, I sent to the prosecution anonymously. This was the end of him and his company. Someone placed his hand on my shoulder, jolting me from my thoughts. I looked behind and smiled upon seeing Adrien. I placed my hand over his and relaxed against his touch.

he points to the gray door at the end of the room. She turns to me confusion on her face. “Fortunately, The wife is stuck with me for the day, this is a date I promised her, and you know me, I’m a man of my word,” I say making the group laugh. “If that is so, why dont we all call our women in Dominic we can discuss numbers while they mix” the older man from before the leader of the white fang Mafia cartel in the city says “You will be surprised what my wife can do with numbers, she sighted a major tax fraud from my employees and found out Delandros was stealing from me because of her” I turn to her shocked face

Alexi also explained she needed a scrying necklace. Nicolas had out in the shared sitting room for their offices a receptionist for them. Alexi did not help pick her; she would give Nicolas the benefit of the doubt that their shared receptionist would tell the receptionist told Alexi that there were a couple of women interviewing for Alexi's position as assistant. To meet with Alexi, the candidates had to undergo a truth serum injection, which makes it less likely that there would be traitors among the upper echelons of the pack.

Despite the economic challenges she faced, Liya's financial acumen facilitated her sustenance, augmented by her investments, which were substantial enough to accommodate her college expenses and her living arrangements. "That woman feigns innocence but rejects my proposal, a refusal that plunged our company into bankruptcy. Now she luxuriates as the mistress of a billionaire," Mr White fumed, his temper flaring as he recounted Liya's transformation into Mr Green's companion. The mere notion of Liya captivating a high-profile individual like Mr Green baffled him, given the esteemed reputation Mr Green held. Mr White acknowledged Liya's attractiveness, a trait accentuated by her restrained use

It was a twisted copy of me, accused of lying, stealing, cheating. The headline churned my stomach. "The Woman Who Swindled a Billionaire: Exclusive Proof of Audrey Willows' White-Collar Offenses!” “No–” "It's a smear campaign. The files are fake, but they're designed to appear real. Isabella and Kendall are masters of this." I held the pages between my palms, my breathing too fast. "People will hear it. They always do when everything is terrible." Lucas crept closer, his fingers tracing over my face.

But her own views on wealth definitely differs wildly from mine. I know in my heart of hearts that she’d be horrified to know I’m using my position here to delve into the underbelly of white-collar crime. Still. I know she’s a good person and I have to believe she’d forgive me for misleading her. Emerson’s message comes in at 2:03 a.m. Between the cold coffee in my hand and the Sophia-shaped static in my brain, I’m running on equal parts caffeine and denial. Mostly denial. The subject line is subtle.

Unbeknownst to Anya, Frederick was oblivious to the specifics of the company Sylvester had established for him, nor did he realize that he was the owner of the company he had joined. Seizing the opportunity for further mockery, Wynne remarked, "So, Mr. York is a distinguished white-collar worker at Timbergale Corporation. From what I understand, top-performing white-collar employees there can earn up to a few thousand dollars a month. A few months of work would be enough to cover this meal." Meanwhile, Anya furrowed her brow, still grappling with Frederick's penchant for falsehoods.

Bella's fake, pitiful little sister act lay in ruins. [Revealing the truth of the Blanc family members and causing total collapse. 5-Star Madness. Reward: The remaining 49% shares of Lumos Enterprise.] And just like that, the business empire belonged to me. … The Blanc family fell apart soon after. Jacob's white-collar crimes, which involved siphoning company funds for personal use, landed him in prison. Lucy suffered a complete breakdown and lost her sanity. She was sent to the same asylum they had once forced me into during my past life.

“So take it out of me. However you want. For as long as it takes.” Varek sat behind the black desk like it was a throne someone had carved out of night. Early forties, sharp jaw, dark eyes that never rushed. A thin scar cut through his left eyebrow. The underboss didn’t need to raise his voice; the two men outside the door were enough of a reminder. He studied me for a long moment, then steepled his fingers. “You understand what you’re offering.” “Yes.” “Say it plainly.” I swallowed. The word sat heavy on my tongue, but I had already decided in the mirror at home while counting the shortfall for the third time. “My body. As collateral. Until the debt is cleared. You use me however you want.”

If I get hauled off to prison today, at least my mugshot will slap, she thought. Ren’s lips twitched. “They don’t take mugshots for white-collar crimes immediately,” he said casually, adjusting his cufflinks. Deja blinked. “I’m sorry—what now?” “I said they don’t process white-collar suspects that quickly,” Ren replied smoothly. “Usually there’s an investigation period first.” The elevator doors opened at the executive floor, revealing chaos in progress. Trevor was standing in the middle of the hallway, drenched from head to toe, surrounded by security guards and what appeared to be the aftermath of a sprinkler system malfunction.